The experience of caregiving for a terminally ill partner is one that few can truly comprehend unless they've lived it. Each day, you witness the person you depend on transform into someone unrecognizable. I'll never forget the day the word 'leukemia' shattered our world. The following two years reshaped me in ways I never imagined. Day after day, I served as his primary caregiver, navigating the journey with a woefully inadequate support system. The emotional rollercoaster of that time was a constant, overwhelming challenge. You're suddenly thrown into a life for which few are prepared, a world shrouded in unfamiliarity. The very person you'd normally turn to for support now relies entirely on you. My first, and biggest, mistake: neglecting myself. Self-care isn't a luxury; it's a necessity. I'm certain I made countless missteps. But life has taught me that failures often hold the most valuable lessons. My hope is that by sharing my story, you'll find solace in knowing you're not alon